Venice masks

Friday, 9 December 2016

I got accustomed to being tired - Maia Sarishvili

I got accustomed to being tired.
It’s like having a live wolf on my back
And feeling him there like a simple schoolbag.

Thursday, 8 December 2016

Andha Lamaya - Sagara Palansuriya

They say, flowers are gorgeous and are of lovely shades
The things they speak of as they can see
I don’t understand, mother, so here I am to learn
Please explain to me, I don’t know these

Wednesday, 7 December 2016

The Investigation - Din Mehmeti

In an ugly investigation
Our names were unveiled, pierced
By seven rusty nails.

Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Lunar Park - Jean Delville

Becalmed the profane noise of the crowd.
Toward the risen Moon, the symbolic Bronzes
Curve, in the blue night, their antique nudity
In the sphinx-like majesty of attitudes.

Monday, 5 December 2016

The sound of a silver bridle - Begziin Yavuuhulan

I’m waiting for my lover to arrive,
the sound of horses’ hooves pressed upon my heart.

Sunday, 4 December 2016

Incarnate God, thou word divine - St Anselm

Incarnate God, thou word divine,
Both man art thou and God complete;
When as the Judge thou com'st, incline
To me, a man, thy mercy sweet.

Saturday, 3 December 2016

Mother - Hadraawi

The world certainly
Would never have left night
Light not been found

Friday, 2 December 2016

Silent trees - Bo Carpelan

Will an unknown hand raise the continents
and the song transfix the bird,

Thursday, 1 December 2016

For a mythology of minor things - Humberto Quino

Like one who wrinkles an old shirt
Goes about naked in the old cinemas

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

The Mother o' Shaun - Cathal O’Byrne

Shaun stood six feet or so, with his head
            up near the rafter,
He be to stoop when he came in the door,